2015: The Year of the Taco
“Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer.”
― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
I love New Years. I love reflecting on the past year and having that feeling of renewal and hope for the future, seeing prospects and working towards them. I am a indeed a future-driven individual, despite what all of the yoga teachers pound into my little brain. I often ignore them. I like change, I like new starts and I love the excitement of the possible.
I often have a hard time taking time to be quiet and regroup. I’m a goer and a doer. But, right around the new year is one of the few times that I spend reflecting – like really reflecting – on all parts of my life, my work, health, relationships, community. I try to determine what went well, what didn’t and what I need to do to improve everything. In this age of self-improvement, fuck man, you could waste away your life obsessing about what to improve. It is truly daunting at times.
And then I turned to Facebook to see all of my beautiful friends posting thoughtful poetry and prose about the New Year. They expounded challenges that they faced in 2014 and reassured everyone that 2015 was sure to be better and brighter. They shared heartbreak. They offered comfort. They partied online. My wonderful friends opened up in their Status Updates with what seemed to be their innermost desires and hopes for a rebirth.
I couldn’t get my head in the game. I hung my head in shame as I read these amazing insights. I was completely devoid of anything brilliant, cool, or inspiring. I had nothing. No lessons, no beautiful words to describe my 2014 challenges and certainly no articulated goals for what was to happen next.
I just wanted to go surfing that day.
Over next few days of early 2015, I struggled to find my New Years mantra. Like a good writer, I pulled out my journal and wrote some things down, like:
- “2015: The Year of Discipline and Diligence.” While I do need intense discipline and diligence, this wasn’t quite it. Booooorrrrrrinng.
- Or “2015: The Year of Fun.” Whatever. I could easily take this one too far.
- Then I thought “2015: The Year of Balance”, but that is about the last thing that I would be able to do.
- “2015: The Year of Bryce.” Been there, done that in 2008. It was a good year.
All this while, for about a week, there was a little voice in my head that kept saying, “Tacos. I’m ready for some tacos.” And again, it would resurface. “Tacos.” Inevitably, I would turn to my also taco-loving husband and ask if he wanted to go get some tacos.
Sometime on January 4, it dawned on me.
2015 was shaping up to be the Year of the Taco. Here’s why:
- Tacos are delicious. If you disagree, then please leave.
- Tacos are good for you. They are gluten free and dairy free. They have to be made fresh, otherwise, they can’t be considered tacos. You can pile your tacos with healthy garnishes like salsa, onions, cilantro, cabbage, tomatoes, and lime juice.
- Tacos save the environment. The little mighty corn tortilla that comprises the backbone of the taco makes keeps your plate clean. Clean plate, no washing.
- Tacos are flexible. While this is a discussion for another time, there are many filling options for tacos—pescado, carnitas, al pastor, adobada, cabeza, pollo, carne asada, and the list goes on. Be brave with the filling.
- Tacos are everywhere. Well, almost. If you live on the west coast, you’ll likely find tacos in your area.
- Tacos are the best post surf, ride, ski, hike, whatever activity food you can have. They have a balanced carb to protein ratio and no sugar. They also go pretty darn well with a cold Pacifico.
- Tacos are the whole purpose for having Taco Trucks, those beautiful and shiny-wheeled dispensaries that bring happiness and joy to everyone.
Clearly I’ve thought this through on a practical level, but can tacos improve quality of life? In my life, yes. In just nine short days, I’ve learned that when things are not going so well, or I’m freaking out about something or I’m just feeling down about the state of the world, I remember that we still have tacos. When I’m struggling to get through my day because my creative life-force has been sucked out of me for whatever reason du jour, I remember. We still have tacos.
We still have tacos.
Look to the taco for inspiration.
Happy New Year, and may your 2015 be full of tacos and all of the love that comes with them.